Slightly irritated, to say the least
We went out last Sunday on one of our regular training rides in preparation for the Demelza 101 Sittingbourne to Paris 270 mile Bike Ride. We went out a) because it wasn't raining, b) because we had to and c) they do the best bacon sandwiches at the top of Tankerton Slopes at the cafe at the halfway point. It was however windy. Really windy. Piglet and Pooh windy in fact. It was also cold. We started from our regular start point in Sittingbourne and had, for the first time, managed to get in touch with one of the other participants, who, for the sake of anonymity, we'll call "Terry". Terry turned up on a dusty bike he'd found in his shed and was wearing nothing but shorts and a running top - and no gloves. "I have some spare gloves. Do you want to borrow them?" "No, Oim fine." "I have some rain trousers, that'll keep the wind out. Borrow them?" "Nope, Oim really fine." "You haven't got a hi-viz on, I